The bubbles were rising, escaping from the dark bottom to the surface not much brighter than the bottom. With one hand waving upward, all the bubbles in the rows were stirred up in the turbid water and then burst. This is not the time to worry about bubbles. The owner of the hand closed his hand into a web and pushed the water down to drive his body up. At this time, by the dim light from the water, he saw some small things glittering with golden light slowly falling from his upper right. Now is not the time to worry about a few gold coins. Although the small gold coins are enough for him to kill people, it is not now.


    Swimming to the water, there are more and more things falling down, such as broken wooden furniture, small ones have all kinds of tableware and even broken picture frames. He didn''t take care of these things. He just swam to the sea as much as he could, swimming as hard as he could. At this time, the other hand seized his ankle, let his body stagnate, he lowered his head, saw a face some familiar woman, bulging her cheek, looking at himself with help seeking eyes. Who is she? May be the Orioles who have had several deals with themselves? Look at her, this water is not fine woman is absolutely not able to swim to the surface. That''s why she wanted to help her. What an abacus! At this time, who can take care of others? Don''t say that you are just a vagrant warbler. You are a witch in the castle. You can only ask for more happiness! Fool! Usually casually flatter a few words to take oneself seriously, now unexpectedly still dare to seize my ankle shamelessly?


    The expression on his face suddenly became ferocious, and he kicked the hand that grasped his ankle with his other foot. Unfortunately, due to the buffer of the current, this did not let the woman let go. Let go! You idiot! It doesn''t matter if you are dead. Don''t drag on others! Once, twice, and at the third time, he realized that kicking his hand alone would not achieve his goal, so he turned his target to the woman''s face, and gave a fierce blow to the ugly face in the water because of too much inferior cosmetics!


    Hands, let go. He watched the woman sink into the deep water with a venomous expression. After a while, a large group of bubbles floated up, representing that she gave up the struggle. It''s all your fault that you don''t practice swimming. If you reduce the time of winking and exercise your legs more, you won''t fall down like a stone statue. So he thought, turning his head and continuing to swim up, the water was very close, and the light passed through the waves and formed columns of light under the sea. He was encouraged to speed up the movements of his hands and feet, but it also accelerated his oxygen consumption, making his mind a little sluggish. But it doesn''t matter. It will soon reach the sea. There is so much garbage here that I can always find a piece of floating object big enough.


    Red fog, spreading from below his field of vision. Wait, how can there be fog in the sea? That''s it! He immediately realized what he was seeing, and lowered his head again, only to see the wounds caused by the nails on the ankle that the woman had just scratched, which was the source of the red fog. Damn it, damn it, damn it! He opened his eyes wide with fear. Injuries in cold water are often difficult to detect, because cold water reduces the sensitivity of human skin, and even some sailors find themselves punctured by spears only after climbing on the deck. But contrary to the decline of human perception in cold water, marine dwellers, especially hunters, are very sensitive to the smell of blood. Those killer sharks can smell blood for miles away.


    If only there were no damned seals, the scornful names of sharks by sailors in lost heart Bay. Even if they were all wrapped up in the tsunami, the huge waves would still make them dizzy for a while. It''s better to make them regurgitate for a while, so they won''t be so interested in eating. He thought, but did not pray to any God. Ordinary seamen have their own beliefs. After all, the sea is merciless. Worshipping a sea god can at least make them feel a little comfort in sailing, or let them have an object to curse and curse when they are dying. But he did not, or most of the sailors in lost heart Bay did not. They believed more than gods in the gold coins and blood money in their pockets and the machetes hanging from their belts. The sea has never been kind, and he would rather sharpen his machete than waste his time on some poor clay God.


    Thinking of the machete, he touched his belt, and the hard touch told him that the weapon which had been stained with blood for many times had killed himself was still pinned on his waist. There is no better relief. So he stopped worrying about the wound on his foot and continued to swim up on the water. Finally, with a "poof" sound, he breathed into the air again, "ha ha!" He couldn''t help laughing, and was proud of his achievements. Not everyone can recover his life in the face of a tsunami, even if he is a sailor who has been driven off the ship, I mean, a former sailor. But what about that? He''s still alive! Live like the fat sheep who have given a lot of gold coins and blood money to the black hearted captains, and there is no need to worry about the captain who is rich and takes his sailors to tie them up and throw them into the sea when he is asleep. There''s nothing better than that.


    He breathed, enjoying the sun and the air, until the little black triangular fin appeared on the water not far away. No, damn it! It took him less than a second to realize what it was, and the wound on his foot still attracted hungry predators. Damn, there are so many dead ghosts under the water, why do you stare at me! You''re the only animal that can run around after the smell of blood! However, he looked around actively, looking for something that could make him leave the water temporarily. But it''s a pity that the floating wood is too small.All right! You want to eat me? Then try it! The life he finally recovered would never give up because of a shark. He showed a ferocious expression again, took a deep breath, dived into the water, and pulled out the machete on his waist at the same time. This weapon is much slower than when it is wielded in the air, and its lethality will be much worse. But at least it should be able to pierce the skin of a shark. It must be able to pierce that damned skin. His eyes saw the underwater scene, and sure enough, a black shark the size of a foal swam towards him, half open and full of sharp teeth. But he also keenly found that one of the shark''s eyes had been blind, which may have been accidentally hit by rocks on the sea floor, or was blinded by other prey''s resistance. Although vision is not very important to sharks, it certainly gives him confidence.


    Come on, you Cyclops. He silently estimated the distance between himself and the shark, adjusted the angle of his machete, only once. The secret of fighting a shark is to hold a more brutal belief than it, and insert the weapon in his hand into its key. It has to be fatal. Ten steps, the shark is clearly aware that its prey is in place, and begins to pose for attack. In five steps, the huge predator shakes his caudal fin in doubt. He doesn''t understand why the prey doesn''t run away. In three steps, the slight doubt is quickly eliminated by the smell of blood. It swings its body, opens its mouth and pours at its prey!


    One step and then stop. The man and the shark stopped in the water. His whole right arm was swallowed by the shark, but the machete sword on his right hand stabbed out of the shark''s head! Blood mist, still spreading in the sea. He resisted the urge to scream. He took out the dagger in his boot with his left hand and cut his right arm off his shoulder. It''s not difficult, because the shark''s teeth have already damaged it. But the shark died, and he lived. Although lost an arm, but still alive! Now, as long as he gets out of the water and stops bleeding, he still has a chance to survive. Therefore, it is better to sharpen his knife if he has time to pray. He was smiling, his face full of happiness.


    But, just as he was swinging his legs, he wanted to go to the water to breathe again. Something terrible happened, and he found that he could not get out of the water in any way, though he was within a finger''s distance of the boundary between water and air. What happened? His brain was numb by blood loss and cold. In this position, he gazed at the sun on the water for several seconds, and then finally lowered his head.


    One hand, holding his ankle. However, the hand is wrapped in fine scales, and there is a thin film between the fingers. In a flash, he recognized what he was holding on to. All sailors in lost heart Bay must have seen it, the aquatic creature called the sea monster. no


    After the tsunami, a group of bubbles floated up from the water on the surging sea surface after the tsunami. All the bubbles were broken in the sun and disappeared.


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